Esteban stood at the front of the room, staring at the page. Then he lifted his head and looked at us. We cheered again, even louder this time. I don't know if any of us really understood his dad's poem. But for a long time after he'd finished reading, I thought about that army of ants, how they were coming together. Like us.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
3350 | 2021-03-14 16:32:16 | 72.36 | 97% |
2687 | 2021-02-26 10:47:20 | 76.06 | 97.7% |